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“Tubbo Underscore,” the brown haired angelic warrior dipped his head, the Angelic Council seated above him in their thrones. The Eldest leaned themselves forwards, a sharp look within their eyes, “You have been summoned before the Eldest and younger to be assigned your final task before the consideration of your favor.” All three pairs of Tubbo’s wings were tucked inwards, in respect at the very least. Even if he didn’t very well agree with the rulings and decisions of the Angelic Council, to even get his favor considered he would have to adhere to their rules.
The Eldest sent him an unreadable look before leaning back and pulling forth a scroll, the one that most likely either held Tubbo’s favor or his final task. Unrolling the scroll, The Eldest cleared their throat once more, “As per tradition of Angelic Ruling, each Angel can earn one favor based on their actions in previous lifes, and tasks performed for the Angelic Council. At the moment, Tubbo Underscore’s favor is deemed towards the restoration of the Fallen Angelic Warrior Tommy Innit’s power as an Angelic Warrior, and of the Fallen’s restoration into Holy Angel ranks. Is this correct, Tubbo Underscore?”
Tubbo shuffled his wings nervously, before standing and nodding widely. The Youngest turned towards Tubbo, pulling out a different scroll, this one wider than the others. Stiffening his posture, Tubbo kept his head up. This was most definitely the task assigned to his final venture. The Youngest looked towards Tubbo, judgemental as all Council members were, but just shook it’s head and looked back towards the task, “Tubbo Underscore, as your final task, you are assigned the hardest task among Angelic Warriors. All before you have failed, and in the process, either Fallen or have been reinstated. Would you like to hear about the task?”
There was an air of importance to the room, heavily weighing upon Tubbo’s shoulders. It felt as if he was meant to carry the world, with the Council yelling insults into his ears at every chance. Taking a deep breath, Tubbo pressed his fingers against his visor before nodding fervently. The Youngest nodded back, turning to the parchment scroll, “Tubbo Underscore, you are tasked to travel to the Overworld, now narrowed down to L’Manberg province within the Essempi territory. Within this territory, you are urged to search for a hybrid who has escaped Council grasp for almost a century. Take heed, that there may be others protecting the hybrid that the council can not account for. Does Tubbo Underscore understand?”
Supposedly, Tubbo was just supposed to accept the task without question. But how could legions of Angelic Warriors fail to catch a simple hybrid? And it didn’t make sense either for the council to be adhering to catching hybrids, the children of Angels and Overworld-dwellers was supposed to be allowed within council ruling. Tubbo straightened his posture, as he had begun to gain a small slouch, and rolled his wings back, “I do have an inquiry, if I may be allowed an answer.” The Youngest shared a look with the Middle and the Eldest before the Eldest conceded with a nod. That was a first.
Subtly shaking the thought from his head, Tubbo took a deep breath, “What type of hybrid am I searching for? I thought that Angelic-Overworlder children were allowed within your graces ruling.” The question was tame enough, the council wouldn’t go out of their way to search for Demonic or Devil hybrids either, it would take too much work to question every Overworlder on if one of their parents just so happened to be native to the Underworld. No sense at all.
The Council didn’t seem to be upset by the question as well, at the very least. The Middle leaned forwards, sharing a look with aether’s council members. The Middle turned to Tubbo with a snide look, “The hybrid, though this is meant to be kept secret, is an Angelic Devil child. This is against the treaties between the Aetherial and the Underworld, if you can remember from your training.” Tubbo’s mouth tasted metallic as he looked towards the Council. Angels and any Aetherial dwellers were not supposed to interact with Underworld dwellers, especially if it elicited a relationship like this. That was one of the reasons Tommy had almost fallen in the first place. This must’ve been to prove that Tubbo would not fall to the same thoughts that Tommy had.
Collapsing into a deep salute, Tubbo flared his wings out as he crowed out, “Let The Council see fit to allow I, Tubbo Underscore, to undertake my final task for the consideration of a favor. On The Council’s behalf, I shall journey to the Overworld and beseech the being that is regarded by the council as an Angelic Devil hybrid.” Each Angelic Council member stood, their wings flaring outwards as the Eldest’s voice rang throughout the chamber, “The Council allows for Tubbo Underscore to adhere, under their judgement and jurisdiction, the hunt of the Angelic-Devil child that resides on the L’manberg Province of the Overworld Territory of Essempi. Tubbo Underscore is dismissed by the Council.”
Tubbo stood from his salute, departing the Council hall as quickly as possible. Soon enough the Council would most likely call in the next warrior, or the curious peasant but that didn’t matter. What mattered was bringing the good news to his bedridden friend. Spreading all six of his wings, he removed his visor from his head and launched into the air with an ecstatic yell. He could finally get help for Tommy hopefully, with the encroaching fear of his friend Falling on his brain, he sped up his pace. Their housing was close to the Council Chambers luckily, so he just had to fly about 2 kilometers and then just dive to arrive at the housing. The white and red house was originally acclaimed by Tommy, and when Tubbo had entered a partnership with him through the Angelic Warriors, he soon moved in and lived with the blond angel.
Nudging the door open with his foot, Tubbo nervously poked his head inside and shook his wings out. He couldn’t hear the usual jubilant cheering that he could associate with his best friend, so fear etched it’s way from his heart to his throat. At the very least, he wanted to be able to say goodbye to Tommy before he left, so hopefully he was just sleeping and hadn’t attempted to escape again. Moving swiftly through the shared home, he reached the room that used to be Tommy’s main abode before the boy left for the task that would be his downfall.
Carefully opening the door, Tubbo let out a sigh of relief when he saw Tommy lying on the bed, carelessly passed out. Walking over to his friend’s bed, Tubbo stopped and looked at the teen’s four wings. Two of them had concerningly dark and patchy feathers, while the larger two were still pristenly opaque and held the familiar rings that signified him as an Angelic Warrior. It seemed the creaking of the door startled Tommy awake, as when Tubbo’s gaze reached his head, Tommy was staring back with electric blue eyes and constricted pupils.
Resisting a flinch at the gaze, Tubbo gave Tommy a soft smile, “Hey Tommy, guess what.” There was a tense silence between the two as Tommy critically studied Tubbo, before bracing himself on his elbows, “You went to the Council?” Tubbo nodded restlessly, he couldn’t wait to tell Tommy the news at this point, “And guess what? I got my final task! It’s this stupidly easy task y’know, catching some hybrid Angelic-Devil I guess. I mean, really, I don’t see why anyone hasn’t found them yet. They should stick out like a sore thumb, right?” Tubbo missed the way Tommy minutely flinched, as if even the mention of the hybrid brought him back to Falling.
Tommy’s hands were moving a mile a minute, causing Tubbo to scramble to the drawers and grab one of the fidgets from within. Sticking it quickly within the other teen’s hands, Tubbo leaned back and watched Tommy smile nostalgically at it. Sighing, Tommy shook his head with a small grin, “That’s great, Tubbo. That you got the last task before the consideration. Just, be safe alright? The overworld can be dangerous and persuasive. I know that all too well.” With an air of grace and guilt, Tommy looked back towards his mangled secondary wings, while Tubbo frowned grimly. He wanted to wipe that guilty face off of Tommy’s face. It wasn’t his fault that he-who-should not be named had Fallen and lived in the exact same place that Tommy was assigned.
Tubbo nudged Tommy’s shoulder gently, “Come on, Tommy. It’s not like it’s goodbye forever! I’ll be down and back, that hybrid can’t be too hard to beseech. It’s not like they’re gonna be at Schlatt level of hiding, I mean unless they have so many allies that can somehow hide them from a Seer Warrior. And what Fallen’s or Underworlders would ever do that?”
As it turns out, everything would be harder than it seems.